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New lost world

I’m working on a short story. I don’t know what I’m going to call it, and I don’t know how many characters it will have, and what they will do, but I’m working on it, I really am. This afternoon I was cleaning jetsam out from under my day lilies, trying to figure out how to work this image into the story:

One of the character’s nostrils is clogged, so he can only breathe in through one nostril, but instead of inhaling air he finds himself inhaling pennies and choking with that coppery taste in the back of his throat.

Speaking of pennies, here’s a poem I wrote about a penny getting run over by a train. It’s written from the penny’s point of view. I hope you enjoy it:

My flat world shines,
copper glowing
thicker than dimes.

From away, a wail.

Rolling universe leaves me
thin as the silent air.

But back to the short story. I figure if I put my notes up on the screen, then the story will fall into place. Of course, it may fall into place like a drunk falls after too many shots. Anyway, here are the story notes. They haven’t quite evolved into “concepts” yet:

Newsrooms/classrooms/mail rooms/

comet on the way out

disconnect/“the admiration”/collector/toad/beauty/ego

start here

About as sexually alluring as the Statue of Liberty

Three strands: one, given; two; three.

Chipping floor/clog nose


Independence Day: Papa ignores character’s love/life.

Society for Creative Anachronism/3-D but only two, but which one, but 3 does not equal 3/width way wide/height squished/no depth

Magician/tripping on roof

Is this at a house?
Is character reawakening?
Is toad a secondary character? Even needed?

NOT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL, character-wise. Who is it?

Don’t get personal.


Somehow it keeps coming back to anger.

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